The one with zest,
That can’t inside you,
Stay for long,
Looking for spirit,
Looking for form,
Hardly ever, going wrong.
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Look around and tremble,
And it’s only the beginning,The worst is yet to come,As more than Evil political forces,Act as tyrannical bosses,Promoting under our noses,The fatal Kingdom of the Dumb.
There are different tastes,
Different people and different sighs,But the best thing of all is,When all of humanity together, tries.
Most everything’s,
As life carelessly,Rolls onThere are very fewExceptions,Maybe Love’sThe only one.
You kill me and chill me
A love that will still meIf ever unheard,For love is expressionOf spirit and life,The deepest impressionOf feelings, alive.
Each poet is different
In a rich, consoling wayThat is because poetsAlways have deepAnd personal viewsSomething warm and caring,Interesting to say,God bless poetsSo different fromThe Devil’s politiciansIn every possible way!
Best not to touch,
Or have no proof ofHow to handle,Not only your fingersMay get singedBut your ownIntegrity and reliabilityMay be questioned,Melted or burnt awayLike a lying, candle.